mingi's eye smile™

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pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified but reader is presumed to have a vagina)

part one: here!

part two: here!

part three: here!

theme: smut! crack for a second if you squint, fluff? a less angst in this

word count: 5.5k

cw: SMUT!! no specific terms are used but description of oral (reader receiving) is describe with a vagina, use of pet names (baby), praise, soft sex!, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!) but reader is on hearth control, mingi being soft dom (ish), i think swearing (let me know if i missed anything!)

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a/n: so so so sorry for the late update: this is kinda rushed so i'll def me going back in and editing later this week! part 5 is coming but it might take some time! school has been eating me up : but please enjoy!!! as always, feedback & comments are always appreciated !!

enjoy 🩵🩵 !!

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white. bright white, blinding lights that pierced through the thin skin of your eyelids, your throat emitting a small groan at the light.

you lifted your arm, bringing it up to shield your eyes, rubbing between your brows. 

your arm felt like it weighed a ton, another groan coming from you.

but the light suddenly disappeared, shadow casting over your face.

you let your arm fall, blinking your rested eyes open and looking at the cause of the shadow.

a man with soft cheeks and smiling eyes beamed down at you. the black haired man resembled a puppy, looking far too happy.

“hi!” he chirped, still shielding the light, “i’m yunho!”

you nodded, slowly propping yourself up on your arms, which shook under your weight.

“woah- hey, alright!” the man, yunho, was quick to help you, adjusting your pillow as well, leading you up and back to rest against the headrest of the bed.

“where am i?” you quite literally croaked, clearing your throat and rubbing your eyes- which had finally adjusted to the light of the room.

“in the hospital wing, at the compound.” yunho had walked off now, rustling over at the counters.

“you’ve been out for two days now.” you blinked after he told you, rubbing your eyes again.

when you looked at him again, he handed you a glass of orange juice, as well as three pills.

you took them, looking at him in suspicion.

“they'll pick you up.” he assured, to which you shrugged, tossing the pills back and chasing them with the juice.

“you’ll need a week or so more to fully heal, but you’re good to walk around.” you watched yunho send a text, making himself comfortable by sitting on the bed beside you.

“oh. okay, thanks. is- is hongjoong upset?” you voice was small.

yunho looked at you, and smiled. he shook his head.

“you did a good job, we got the file! he just wants you to heal, alright?” yunho patted your shoulder.

you nodded hesitantly.

rather suddenly, the wing doors shot open, a dirty-looking mingi running in.

he ran up to your bed, panting, stopping further than you hoped.

“hey,” he spoke through heavy breaths.

he was beyond happy to see that you were okay- that you were alive. he hadn’t slept, and you could see that from the bags under his eyes. 

your heart clenched as you took in the state of him.

his face was coated in what looked like a mix of ash and dirt, a cut across his left cheek bone was bleeding, his hair and clothes in a similar state of disheveledness- he had clearly just returned from a mission.  

his eyes were glossed over, lips parted and glossy and letting out heavy huffs.

“hi,” you finally said, meeting his eyes.

yunho glanced between you two.

“ar- i’m glad you- you’re up.” he finally came to his senses, nodding. “hongjoong said good job for the mission. you did good.”

you nodded, and now you were the speechless one.

“why- why’re you going on missions already? i was only out for two days.” you looked away from his eyes, taking in- again- the state of his clothes.

maybe you were just making conversation, but mingi still basked in the way that you were almost worrying about him.

“oh, hongjoong just- the- it was an emergency mission.” he watched you watch him, not wanting to look away.

“oh.” you said, “just be- you should be careful, i don’t want you to- or, i mean, i think a lot of people don’t want you to get hurt, or something..” you stuttered helplessly, and mingi almost smiled.

his heart thumped loud in his ears. did you care about him, or was he delusional?

“this is hard to watch.” yunho muttered, making both you and mingi look at him.

“i’m heading out.. mingi, show y/n to a room. i’ll let you sort whatever this is out.” the older man shook his head, leaving the wing.

you and mingi wanted yunho leave. and then, as expected, silence.

you didn’t look at him again, but he looked at you.

he always looked at you.

“uh, you can take any room you want really, um, unless it’s on the 3rd floor, those are all taken.” mingi informed you.

you nodded, looking at your hands in your lap.

“you’ll be alone here, for the most part, the guys and i are all going out for targets most days, but i’ll- we’ll stop by when we can.” he adjusted his vest.

again, you nodded, no other words exchanged.

“i’m glad you’re okay.” he spoke so fast, you barely understood him. but he was out of the door before you could ask him anything further.

‘he’s glad i’m okay.’ you thought to yourself, fighting a huge smile.

mingi, on the other side of the door, bit his lip, trying to contain the equally huge smile gracing his lips.

“mingi, we’re heading out.” hongjoong’s voice scratched into his earpiece, and mingi shook himself out of his schoolboy mindset.

pressing down on the tech, he answered, “coming,” and jogged away.

not long after mingi had gone, you heard the muffled noise of a helicopter taking off, leaving you and your thoughts.

you only got out of bed a few minutes later, venturing around the compound, which was smaller than you thought, considering it had a whole hospital wing.

either way, it was a lovely house. lots of food, a cinema room, and you found yourself comfortable in one of the rooms on the second floor.

you couldn’t help but notice the slight mess around the compound, and decided to busy yourself cleaning that.

and did you ever clean.

originally a one-day plan, the project stretched over three days.

it was never terribly messy to begin with, but you cleaned as if it was, and left the compound literally spotless.

spotless as in under the couch, in the fridge, every sill, edge, crook and cranny that was around the house, leaving no place untouched. you cleaned all 4 guest rooms, all 6 bathrooms, the pool, you mowed the lawn and clipped the hedges. you even cleaned on top of the fridge.

it was the same routine everyday: wake up, eat frosted flakes and an apple, clean, order in lunch, clean, order in dinner, clean, eat ice cream, fall asleep in the cinema room. repeat.

you didn't sleep in the room assigned to you- it smelt too new, it felt cold and unwelcoming. like a hospital room.

so you opted instead to fall asleep to the smell of popcorn and the quiet buzz of a marvel movie.

on the third day, you conquered the bedrooms.

you did feel invasive, so you made sure to do a general clean, not touch anything personal or go into any drawers. each room had a nametag on the door, which you found adorable, and helpful.

you left mingi’s room for last, not really sure why you did, it was just instinct.

you pushed the door open, immediately being hit with the smell of his cologne. your muscles tensed, but not in a bad way. you made your way in, looking around his abode.

his bed was unkempt, a dark blue polka-dotted duvet thrown messily over the mattress wrapped in oddly plaid sheets, matched with floral pillows. you laughed a bit, wondering what was up with his strange choice of bedding, but shook your head, and collected laundry to clean.

you noticed the way his clothes were strewn everywhere, his floor had more clothes than his closet and dresser. 

the walls were not decorated much, apart from some shelves with a couple books and plants, which you assumed were fake. you pulled open the long curtains from the window, light finally filling the room. along the window sill you noticed pictures of him and another boy who looked older than him.

‘a brother,’ you assumed, smiling.

the other pictures were one of him with his mom, another with the whole group, and you only recognized yunho and hongjoong, studying the faces of the others as well. you finally put the pictures down, feeling pleased to know that he did have some personality to him after all.

and, against your better judgment, you put the laundry basket down, deciding to look around a bit more.

you inspected all of his clothes, noticing they weren’t plain, boring clothes like you expected, but nice pieces.

he had a genuine sense of style- a smile fought its way onto your lips, making you hold up and look closer at his clothes.

if you had to raid anyone's closet, it would be his.

shaking your head, you tossed the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, jogging out of the room and to the laundry room.

it was strange, the odd connection you felt to his room. the weird magnetism  you felt pull you to his room, tempted to stay in there, taking in his comforting smell.

‘ew. creepy, y/n.’ you shuddered at your own thoughts.

after running the cycles of clothes, you walked back to mingi’s room reluctantly, picking up trash, cleaning the window and mirror he had hung up. you replaced the mismatched sheets with coordinated blue ones, which were all varying shades of the color.

eventually, his room was clean but still homey, and you slipped out to finish the laundry.

thankfully, you had kept all the clothes separated, so you knew which clothes belonged in which room.

and again, after folding and returning the clothes to the right rooms, you left mingi’s room for last.

for a reason you couldn’t explain, you spent longer in his room, putting his clothes away with more care, hanging up his hoodies with a gentleness, making sure his shirts had no creases.

when you were done, you sat back on his bed, admiring your work.

the whole compound was finally clean, no dirtiness left in sight.

except you.

you had slightly forgotten to change out of the shirt and sweats you woke up in (you weren’t sure who changed you, but you ignored the fact for that moment), and you were filthy.

the final challenge was to clean yourself off.

you made your way down to the first floor, stopping by the hospital wing to grab a new bandage for your wound, and then to your room, where you stripped down in the openness of your own room, knowing no one else was home, and walking into the washroom, stepping into the shower.

managing to find a razor, face cleanser, body wash, and everything you might need for a shower, you stepped into the hot water.

you gave yourself an everything shower, shaving yourself down, scrubbing every joint and inch of your skin, deeply washing your hair, conditioning thoroughly, the whole ordeal.

you were careful around your wound, which had a waterproof bandage on it. you planned to clean and change that

when you finally stepped out, you felt cleaner than ever, patting yourself down and massaging lotion into your skin. you carefully peeled off the bandage on your abdomen, wincing at the wound, which was definitely healing, and very carefully cleaned over it with iodine and alcohol, placing the new bandaid securely over it.

tying your hair back, you finished smoothing lotion over the expanse of your skin, tapping yourself dry with the towel and securing it over yourself to stay concealed.

but then it hit you- you had no new clothes.

with a frown, you ventured out of your room in only your towel, padding upstairs, leaving wet footprints behind you.

it wouldn’t hurt to borrow mingi’s clothes, right?

right.

besides, he wasn’t here.

he wouldn’t know.

it would be washed and put away by the time he returned- whenever that might be.

so, that being said, you confidently sauntered into his room, pulling his closet open and shuffling around for some basketball shorts and a hoodie, which you found.

you smiled a little- this felt natural. going through his clothes to find something to wear instead of wearing your own clothes.

your smile grew at your delusions, imagining him getting all pouty and upset about you taking his clothes, but he would secretly love the way they hung off your frame, and preferred to see them on you than him.

your smile fell.

what the hell were you thinking?

you shook your head, covering your face.

“don’t be stupid, y/n.” you muttered.

you let your towel fall, pulling on mingi’s large clothes, adjusting the waist band of the shorts, and pulling the hoodie up over your head.

you let out a sigh, feeling finally clean and accomplished.

your next plan was to return to your room, or the cinema room.

…but did you really have to?

mingi’s bed was right there.

you slinked your way over, sitting on the clean, soft sheets.

and his room smelled just like him.

you slowly lifted the covers, slipping under them.

and it would be back for your back if you fell asleep half-sitting again, right?

tugging the covers up to your nose, you let out a yawn.

he wouldn’t mind- let alone know.

eyes becoming heavy, you blinked slowly, shuffling to get comfy.

this was good. this felt comfy. this felt like mingi.

another yawn broke across your face, your eyes staying shut.

he wouldn’t know. it’s fine.

before realizing, you had drifted into a deep sleep, your breaths slowing and your body relaxing after 3 days of hard work.

~~

you woke up in the same bed, a smile gently gracing your lips. the smell was nice. the smell of mingi.

a slight groan fell from your lips as you stretched, rubbing your eyes before opening them, lifting your head a bit, ensuring you were still in mingi’s room.

you were, indeed.

and nothing had changed. the cleanliness, the soft touch of the duvet, the feel of mingi’s clothes on your form.

you sat up, stretching your arms up again.

you glanced out of the open windows, which were uncovered by curtains, and saw the moon high in the sky, rain falling heavy and hard against the window- you had slept longer than intended.

but the sound of the rain was nice. just perfect silence. 

complete solitude.

and then you saw it.

despite your vision being blurry with sleep, you saw it.

a person, coming into the room.

feeling against the wall and flicking on the light.

you screamed bloody murder.

the person let out a yelp.

you sprung out of bed, grabbing the nearest object- an alarm clock, in this case, and chucking it at the person with no hesitation, who caught it.

“get out! you- you’re trespassing!” you were quite disoriented, fumbling to grab anything to throw at the person, which included a fake succulent, two pillows and a book.

it was embarrassing to see a (newbie trainee) assassin act this way.

you sprung the closet open, fumbling around for something to throw at the intruder, eventually finding a belt.

you raised your hand before you turned, but when you did, your wrist was caught in action.

“y/n.” the person spoke in an alarmingly deep voice.

an oddly familiar deep voice, at that.

“wh- huh?” you blinked, rubbing your eyes again.

after squinting and adjusting to the light, the person- a man- came into clear view.

“oh.” you said.

“yeah,” said mingi, “oh.”

you looked at him for a few seconds longer before yanking your arm out of his grip, standing upright again.

“what’re you doing here? you can’t just appear like that. it’s creepy.” you cleared your throat, putting the belt down.

“what am i doing in my room..?” mingi glanced around a bit, ensuring that it was, in fact, his room.

you opened your mouth, gaping like a fish, but no words came from you.

mingi shook his head, taking in your frame, eyeing you up and down. 

a smirk crossed his lips.

“wearing my clothes ‘n everything, look at you.” his tone made heat rush to your cheeks, avoiding his eyeline and crossing your arms as if trying to hide the hoodie.

“i didn’t have any clothes.” came your muttered explanation.

mingi nodded as if understanding, a smirk working its way onto his lips.

“ah,” he nodded again, “you got comfortable real fast, hm?” 

you didn’t reply, staring at the ground with furrowed brows, scoffing a bit.

“hey,” his voice was suddenly serious, and his index and middle finger were tipping your head up before you could even register it. “i don’t mind it. ‘s cute.” 

your mouth fell a bit open at the gesture.

“w- i- i’m-” you helplessly stuttered, the tiny touch of his fingers on your chin had sent you feeling.

you quickly pushed them away.

“i- i cleaned the whole place. i think i have rights to- to wear what i want.” you finally managed, stepping around the tall man, picking up the things you threw and putting them back in their respective places. 

mingi turned to watch you. the way you fit right into his room pulled at his heartstrings, why did you have to look like you belonged there?

you stepped away from the bed, looking at mingi.

“why’re you here, anyways? where are the others?” you took in his oddly casual outfit, he was dressed in big black jeans and a loose leather jacket, and the way he wore his clothes made you giddy for a weird reason.

“they’re still out. they said someone had to stay home with you ‘cause they wont be back for a couple days.” he explained, setting down his duffle bag.

“a couple days? what?” you panicked slightly at the fact, “like, just me and you? alone?”

mingi nodded.

your heart skipped a beat.

was this a curse or a blessing?

why didn’t he seem as bothered as you were? 

why wasn’t he panicking?

“okay well, just don’t- don’t mess up my cleaning.” you ordered, staying safe and at distance at the door.

“this is literally my home.” he mumbled under his breath, removing his leather jacket, leaving himself in a simple black tee, and you cursed yourself for the way your eyes followed the strong build of his arms, and ran across the expanse of his shoulders.

you looked away when he turned back around, suddenly finding the door frame very interesting.

mingi hid his smile.

“i need to go to sleep, so you should go.” he waited for you to leave.

you sighed on the inside. back to the damn hospital looking room.

“i was going anyway. not to sleep, i- i’m going to watch a movie.” you told him as if he cared.

“great. turn off the light on your way out.” he began pulling his shirt off, and you were quick to run out, flicking the light off as you jogged down the hall.

you let out a breath.

so did mingi.

while you made your way down to the cinema room, mingi stared at the place where you had been sleeping as he changed into his boxers, letting a small smile grace his lips.

it was weird.

you slept on the right side of the bed, but mingi’s side was always the left side.

a few minutes passed, both of you so close to each other, but also so far.

the rain carried on, thunder rolling slightly. 

you tensed. so did mingi.

it was easy to ignore the thunder. until it grew, getting louder and angrier with each loud booming clap.

mingi saw the flashes of lighting from his window.

and for some reason, he suddenly hated how empty his bed suddenly felt.

meanwhile, you hated how strongly it smelt of popcorn in the cinema room. you hated how the thunder seemed to shake the room.

you glanced at the empty seat beside you, staring at the red velvet material.

mingi stared at the mattress, where the sheets were ruffled a bit and the right side pillow at a dip in it.

you nibbled a nail.

mingi gnawed his lip.

‘he wouldn’t mind, right?’ you thought.

‘would she think that it’s weird?” he thought.

the thunder crashed louder than before, making you jump.

you stood from the cinema seat, pacing around the platform, really thinking if you should go join him.

mingi stood as well, walking around his, now clean, room. he quickly tugged on a large shirt

you stared at the door.

he stared too.

another clap of thunder, somehow louder than the last.

simultaneously, you both opened the doors of your rooms, mingi to the cinema room, and you to his room.

mingi’s strides were long, no hesitation.

yours mirrored his, you knew what you wanted.

you both met, him at the top of the stairs, and you at the bottom.

you looked up at him, and him down at you.

“i-”

“i’m-”

you both spoke at the same time, both stopping at the same time as well.

silence fell.

“it’s cold, um, in the cinema room.” you explained.

“oh.” said mingi. “is it?”

you nodded.

“do you have an extra blanket?” you asked.

mingi nodded. 

“you should come get it.” he offered.

you nodded, hurrying up the stairs and jogging up to him, standing closer than you really needed to after another boom of thunder shook the compound.

instinctively, you grabbed his arm, holding tight.

mingi looked at your hand around his arm. as did you.

a second passed, and you let go quickly, but didn’t back up.

no words were exchanged before mingi led the way to his room, pushing his door open.

you followed him in, feeling thankful that the light was on.

“uh, the extra blanket, right?” he spoke looking at you.

you went to nod, but the sound of thunder and quick flash lightning interrupted you, making you jump again.

then, a buzz, and the lights turned off.

you grabbed mingi’s hand, and his hand wrapped around yours.

“why don’t you just- let’s just sleep here, okay? both of us.” you could hear the voice, and you nodded before remembering he couldn’t see you.

“yes- yeah. good thinking.” 

mingi led you to his bed, you immediately slid into the right side, and him to the left.

your touches parted for a moment, before you found each other again, like gravity was pulling you together, your hands tangling together as a newfound inclination.\

neither of you spoke, the silence filled with the loud noises of the storm rolling over outside.

“are you scared?”  you whispered after the silence.

“no.” mingi whispered back, lying right through his teeth.

you didn’t answer.

“are you?” mingi inquired.

your hands gripped his a little tighter.

“just a little.” came your response.

silence.

mingi’s free hand snaked around your waist, pulling you close into him, making you both end up chest to chest.

almost naturally, your limbs tangled together comfortably, 

both your hands were holding onto his one, his left hand was resting on your back, his thumb rubbing up and down softly.

“it’s okay, it’s just a storm.” he rested his chin on your head, you inched your face closer into his chest.

“okay.” you whispered.

it was laughable, two deadly assassins tangled together in fear of a simple thunderstorm and a power outage.

neither of you slept, both just waiting for the storm to pass.

but you spoke first.

“mingi?” your voice was a little above a whisper now.

“mm?” he answered. you felt the hum in his chest.

“what did that mean in the hotel? that morning a couple of days ago?” his heart dropped.

he didn’t answer, but he could feel your heart rate increase.

you felt his go up too.

“and on the hood of the car after you got shot?” you pushed further.

“i don’t know,” he swallowed, “what do you want it to mean?”

mingi and your eyes had adjusted to the dark by now, both of you could make out the soft outline of each other's faces.

you looked up at him.

he looked at you.

“i want it to mean something.” you told him.knm 

“something?” he breathed.

“anything.” the words came out as a plea, almost as if you were begging him to confirm he felt what you did- whatever that might be.

and he did.

his head dipped and his soft lips pressed against yours, merging together in perfect harmony, no waiting, no hesitations and no interruptions.

it was and it was real.

it was everything all at once. it was his hand soft on your cheek and both your breaths increasing in speed and heaviness at once.

he lifted his upper body, hovering over you, the duvet and sheets messing up.

your lips didn’t break, not even for air. your hands were all over him, his roaming you.

you ran your hands up his neck, tangling them in his fiery locks, goosebumps rising in the wake of your fingers.

“tell me to stop if you need to stop.” he spoke into the kiss, and you nodded.

“you too.” your breath was heavy.

mingi’s hands lifted his shirt off, your lips breaking, but you latched onto him as soon as you could, sitting upwards.

he helped you out of his hoodie, hands dragging down the expanse of your torso as you tossed the hoodie away.

his lips kissed down along your chest, down to your naval, hand hands gently laying you back down.

“mingi,” you sighed his name, hands tangling back into his hair.

he hummed in response.

his fingers hooked around the waistband of his shorts you were wearing, looking up at you.

“please.” you whined, nodding.

he slipped you out, leaving you open and spread for him- just for him.

“so pretty,” his voice was like a purr, his lips burning against your already hot skin.

the storm was forgotten outside, both of you hyper fixating on each other.

his kisses went from your belly button, down, down, down.

you whined and squirmed, his hands gripping your waist to keep you still.

“stay still for me, y/n.” he was so demanding, so soft but so firm.

you bit your lip, nodding, doing your best.

he pressed a kiss against your clit, finally, and your head rested back from the flowers rising in your tummy from the kiss.

“mingi,” you were out of breath, his name was like a chant, falling from your lips over and over.

the next touch against your core was his tongue, a long and slow drag, your hands tightened in his hair, earning a groan from him, sending vibrations up through you.

your hips threatened to buck up, but one of his hands kept your pelvis held down, the second slipping into your hole, two fingers at once.

your back arched up off the bed in pleasure, a loud moan tumbling from your lips.

his tongue was all over you, in all the right places, inside, around, over, everywhere, and his fingers followed.

“so good, you’re so good for me.” he muttered against you, and you nodded, babbling nonsense, begging for more.

you dared to lift your head and look down at him, and god a new wave of wetness gushed over you at the sight of the man between your thighs.

his nose was slick, the lower half of his face wasn’t visible- buried deep into you. but his eyes, his eyes stared dead into you, not breaking away. dark and unwavering, he absolutely devoured you, watching your eyes roll back and face contort in pleasure.

you sounded as delicious as you tasted, loud, full moans of yours filling the room, whimpers and whines working their way in between every now and then.

“‘m so- ‘m close, mingi, pease- hnng..” you barely managed to warn him, feeling the knot tighten impossibly in your stomach.

“c’mon, baby, for me.” his voice rolled over you, and the knot snapped before you could stop it, a high pitched whine falling from you.

his slick-coated fingers worked their way into your mouth, you greedily sucked your own juices off of him, and he watched, freeing in absolute awe for a long moment.

“so good, aren’t you?” he praised, pulling his fingers away from you, and tugging off his boxers. his hard-on sprung free, long, thick, leaking and so red that it looked painful. his level of self control was impressive.

“n-no,” you whimpered when he pulled off, sitting up fast and reaching for him immediately.

“‘s okay baby, ‘m here. you okay to take me, hm? can you do that?” his tone had you reeling, nodding fast, already ready for him again.

“please, mingi, please.” your eagerness was nothing but a turn on for him, knowing you were just as willing as him was going to make him go feral.

he hovered over you again, kissing you again, and your hand went down to wrap around his length. he shuddered under your touch, arms almost giving out.

“‘s so big, min.” you spoke into the kiss, gently running your hand up and down, running your thumb over the tip.

mingi inhaled sharply, pulling away from the kiss.

“condom- i dont have a condom.” his eyes were filled with only worry, but you pulled him back in quick, engulfing him in another kiss.

“‘m on the pill.” you assured him, and he only kissed you harder.

he lined himself up slowly, his tip poking at your hole, and you clenched around nothing yet.

“go slow.” you leaned your head back as he kissed down your neck, feeling his nod, and he slowly pushed into you.

your mouth fell open in a silent moan, and his brows furrowed in pleasure, a moan coming from him at the tightness of your warmth.

“mingi,” his name was a whimper, and he pushed further in.

“‘m here baby.” he assured, wincing in pleasure at your nails digging into his back, gripping on for dear life.

“a-all the way, please.” you begged, and he complied, pushing into the hilt.

you had never felt so full, ever, and you let your head fall back, a low moan escaping you.

he moved nice and slow at first, keeping his lips connected on you, but his speed and rhythm picked up easily, his hips snapping fast against yours.

you became a babbling mess again, and he listened, loving the way you looked, felt and sound.

you were two sweaty bodies, held close together like your lives depended on it, not daring to let go.

“fu- fuck, baby,” mingi groaned, “god, y/n,”

it was messy but it was real. it was rough but it was meaning filled- it was everything and nothing at once.

mingi felt himself getting closer, the fucked out look on your face didnt make it easier for him to hold on.

“y/n, i-” he interrupted himself with a moan.

you nodded, knowing what he meant.

“m-me too.” 

he sped up, his grip on your waist would definitely bruise, and the scratch marks you left would last just as long as a bruise.

“cum f-for me, baby, c’mon, for m-me.” his hips stuttered.

“‘m there.” you bit your lip hard, head falling back.

your organsms hit you both at the same time, pulsing through both your cores.

his lips met your again, kissing you through it.

mingi slipped out when his lips left yours, almost collapsing on top of you, but managing to move to the side in time.

your fast and heavy breaths were all that sounded for a long time, your body was worn out, and as was his.

but he still stood, shuffling to the washroom, rummaging around in the dark.

you turned to your side, watching him do whatever it was he was doing.

the next minutes were a blur, but mingi came and picked you up, letting you go pee in the bathroom, helping clean you up and get back into his clothes, picking you back up, and placing you on the floor while he changed the sheets..

you watched him do all this, feeling back for not helping, but also enjoying the domesticity of it all.

he finally picked your back up, laying you on the clean sheets and getting in beside you, you on the right side and him on the left.

your eyes were heavier now, and all you felt was him, his skin, and his heartbeat.

“y/n?” you heard his words in his chest.

you hummed in response.

he didn’t answer.

you lifted your head to look at him.

he simply smiled a bit, kissing your forehead.

“nothing. goodnight.” 

you would’ve questioned him, but you were too tired at that moment.

letting yourself curl further into him, and shutting your eyes, you were out like a light before you knew it.

mingi stayed up, a smile permanently staying on his lips.

he didn’t know what it was about you- he barely knew who you really were.

but he knew something was there.

this didn’t happen for no reason.

there was a reason you met.

there was a reason why the universe chose you for him.

and he was going to find out.

hiii!! will be out before/on the 6th i’m hoping!! thank u sm for the love 💞💞

pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified)

part one : here !

part two : here !

part four : here !

theme: angst, crack for a minute if you squint, angsty fluff?

word count: 3.6K

cw: huge mentions of blood!! major character is shot, injury, swearing, violence

lowercase intended!

a/n: part three to something there! another cliff hanger so part 4 is already in the works! sorry for the long wait i’ll try not to be as long with part 4 hehe! enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated 💙

~~

as the two of you drove down the highlighted route, the radio hummed in the background, filling in the empty silence as hills and empty valleys rolled along beside you. mingi’s hand was resting close to his wound, his eyes averted outside of the window, irises jumping along with the scenery.

you, on the other hand, kept taking glances over to mingi, eyeing his state to make sure he wasn’t in too much pain, or about to pass out on you.

on what seemed like the 50th time you looked at him, mingi finally spoke.

“what,” he said, turning his head to catch your eyes, which made you blink, looking away fast.

“i’m- i was- what?” you sputtered helplessly, heat working up the back of your neck and cheeks. mingi found this hilarious, but you would never know that- judging his emotionless expression.

you were chewing the inside of your cheek out of embarrassment of being caught stealing glances.

“you keep looking at me,” he explained the obvious, “why?”

“just- just checking.” your profile answered him, earning a sigh.

“i’m fine, it's just a bullet.” he tore his eyes away from your face finally, looking back out of the window, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

the man's gaze was too intense for his own good.

“the fact that it’s a bullet makes it worse, mingi. i’m just-” you shook your head, “this mission will be easier if i have a capable partner.”

“so you need me?” mingi’s voice was coy, mirroring the slight smirk on his lips. the sheer audacity of the statement made you flustered.

“no, that- that is not what i said.” you denied, looking over at him quickly, then away again.

“you need me.” mingi confirmed for you, nodding and looking out the front window, his smirk growing. frustration bloomed inside of you.

you sighed in an attempt to release some of the feeling, but it didn’t help that mingi let out a short chuckle as a result of your anger.

“no, mingi. i would rather have someone i can work with over dead weight.” your voice was firm, but mingi saw right through it, easily, and before he could help it, his chuckle turned to a more heavy laugh.

now, you fully turned to look at him. not in anger, but in awe.

the orange-haired man laughed openly and freely, head throwing back a bit. his mouth pulled into a wide smile, you could see the slight crook to his front teeth. his eyes were upside down crescents, and you could’ve sworn your heart jumped at the sound of his laughter.

mingi finally caught sight of you, staring at him in what could only be explained as complete shock. his cough quickly rolled into a short cough, his smile disappearing. he cleared his throat a little more, avoiding looking at you.

“you were laughing.” the statement was very obvious, but you couldn’t shake the shock you felt.

“no i wasn’t.”

this earned a short laugh from you, did he really think he could just say he didn’t? your laughter grew, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as you laughed hard, and now it was mingi’s turn to be shocked.

“what?” he demanded, sounding far too angry over this. “i wasn’t laughing, i was coughing.”

this only made your laughter grow, you almost lost control of the steering wheel, the car swerving.

“stop laughing! drive!” mingi reached over and grabbed the wheel, steering as well as he could. you fully let go of the wheel, holding your stomach, one hand still covering your mouth.

mingi made eye contact with you as you laughed, and he fought the smile that tried to grace his lips.

“what’s so funny?” he voiced, your laughs finally subsiding slightly.

“hoo..” you breathed out, giggling slightly still and wiping your tears. mingi stared at your uncovered smile, and he hated how his breath caught in his throat.

“you- you’re so weird.” you giggled and shook your head, holding the wheel again.

“why do you do that?” he let go of the wheel, sitting back.

“what? laugh? because you were being dumb, mingi.” you snickered again.

“no,” he spoke, “why do you cover your mouth?”

this made you eye him. you opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

“i don't know,” you shrugged finally, “instinct, i guess?”

mingi was quiet for a second.

“it’s pretty.” you barely heard his voice, but it was there.

“what?” you looked at him.

he looked at you.

“don’t cover your smile when you laugh. it’s pretty.” he said clearly, holding eye contact.

you blinked, staring at him.

“oh, i- okay.” you nodded, looking away.

‘what kind of answer was that!?” you yelled at yourself in your head.

mingi had looked out of the window again, acting as if he had never said such a personal thing.

you didn’t notice or see, but mingi wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, proud of himself for not pussying out.

~~

the rest of the car ride carried on in silence. mingi had fallen asleep, but it wasn’t too late and you found the music helped keep you up.

the two of you reached closer to the warehouse finally. not close enough to be seen by them, but close enough that you could see it. you were, essentially, in the middle of nowhere. the terrain was full of flat grassy landscapes,stretching as far as the eye could see. it wouldn’t be hard to spot you two if you got too close.

you used your better judgement to slow the car before you got too close to the location and got caught.

an incoming call from hongjoong shocked mingi awake, his eyes snapping open, and back straightening out.

you muffled a laugh, answering the call.

“hello?” you answered the phone, noticing how mingi rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

“hey, you guys there yet?” hongjoong’s voice came a bit scratchy from the other side. you assumed the service here wouldn’t be the best, seeing as there was no civilization near or around you.

“yeah, we’re close but not too close,” you confirmed.

“good, you remember my orders, right? in and out, no mess, no chaos, no trace of ever being there. got it?” the leader's voice continued to crack in and out every second, you and mingi were straining your ears to capture the orders.

“yeah, we got it.” mingi said, “the chopper is coming to get us?”

“yeah, just get to the roof with the file labelled-”

“q334t9. yeah, we got it.” you interrupted hongjoong, shifting the gears and driving off again.

mingi rolled his eyes.

“is y/n driving?” hongjoong asked. mingi froze.

“..no” he tried, earning a chuckle from you.

“i am driving, because mingi got himself s-”

“i needed to sleep.” now it was your turn to get interrupted by mingi.

“what?” came hongjoong’s voice.

“no, he got sh-” you tried again.

“stop.” mingi cut in, again.

“can you let me speak?” you turned to face him.

“this is immature.” hongjoong’s voice tried to work its way in, not understanding anything.

“no. that isn’t relevant, y/n.” mingi ignored his leader's voice.

“yes it is, what do you mean not relevant?” you retorted.

“i told you not to fucking talk about that.” mingi gritted out through his teeth.

“you might need modification accordingly! it’s a big deal!” your voice rose.

“i don't need modification-”

“yes you do-!”

“shut up, oh my god.”

“no, you need help-”

“why do you always fucking think that?”

“because you do-”

“no i don’t-”

your voices overlapped, and hongjoong rubbed his temples, trying to make sense about what was going on, with your loud voice and mingi’s irritatingly low voice.

“you are hurt!” hongjoong managed to make your voice out.

“i’m fine.”

you got sh- mffph!” mingi’s hand was over your mouth, cutting off your voice in a second. he leant over the car controls, staring close and deep into your eyes.

his hand was tight against your mouth and nose, cutting off your air, you furrowed your brows glaring at him and trying to fight his arm off, but to no use. he was too strong.

“i am fine, we are fine.” mingi breathed out, his hand still on your mouth, unfazed by your struggle. “we’ll see you soon.”

hongjoong was silent for a moment before speaking.

“get it done.” he gave his final order, then hung up.

mingi’s hand finally fell from your mouth, and you gasped for air, inhaling deeply.

“don’t you ever-” you began, rage rising in your stomach, voice already rising.

but interruption seemed like a very common topic at the moment.

“don’t.” mingi’s order was quick and sharp.

you opened your mouth to retort, but the look of his set jaw and glaring eyes had you sitting quiet.

you silently drove closer to the building, following a route that would take you to the back, where you wouldn't be seen.

“stop the car. we have to walk from here.” mingi ordered, and once again, you complied.

after you parked the stolen car, both of you stepped out, mingi getting his bag from the back and adjusting it across his shoulder.

the man led the way, still following the route to the back, and you trailed behind him.

the walk would take around 20 minutes, and you could tell it’d be dark by the time you two would reach the building.

that was a convenience, you thought, and felt more at ease.

the entire walk was filled with the padding of your feet against the grass, no voices or sounds from either of you.

when you finally reached the fence surrounding the warehouse, your neck craned to look all the way up, whereas mingi looked around the bottom for a way in.

“we can climb the fence..” despite your suggestion, your voice was uncertain, the height of the fence was nothing but daunting.

“there’s a door, y/n.” mingi informed you, tugging on the lock that held the said door shut.

“but it’s locked, mingi.” you imitated the way he had said your voice so pointedly. mingi rolled his eyes.

“let me see the bag,” you ordered, “i’ll pick the lock.” mingi turned around, letting you dig around in the bag.

he was confused, though, because the only way he understood was that you would have to shoot the lock off.

“there’s nothing in there that’ll help you.” he thought- almost knew your attempts were futile.

but, nevertheless, you emerged with a tiny bobby pin, smiling in triumph.

mingi sighed internally.

‘of course.’ he thought.

still smirking, you leant down and picked at the lock, your tongue sticking out in concentration, which mingi picked up on.

he smiled, just a little.

“c’mon… almost..” you whispered, feeling around for any click.

and there it was.

click.

“yes!” you cheered, a bit too loud.

“shh.” mingi ordered, pulling the lock off the door and carefully opening the fence door.

the man let you in, shaking his head barely at how proud you looked for picking the lock.

you didn’t care what he thought, a win was a win.

the area was an average warehouse yard, littered with storage containers and large trash bins, there wasn’t anything to check for, so the two of you made a beeline to the nearest door.

weirdly, the door was unlocked, mingi twisting the handle and opening it for you, letting you go in first, and following behind you with his gun cocked and ready.

the inside was much more modern than outside. the hallways were long and grey, lights lit up along the sides of the ceilings, and no one in sight.

“the office is on the 19th floor.” mingi whispered to you, to which you nodded.

the walk continued, and for once the silence was good, you both kept an ear out for any sudden noises.

“mingi, an elevator,” you whispered, jogging forward and reaching it. mingi nodded, pressing the only button that was there.

the elevator opened almost immediately, both of you stepping in, and you pressing the 9th floor.

“i think i should take a gun,” you quietly suggested, “who knows what we’ll run into there.”

mingi shook his head.

“mingi, i’m going to need to protect myself.” you demanded. having a gun wasn’t about just having it, you were genuinely afraid. you knew anyone here would have one, and you needed to stay safe.

“no,” but mingi continued to deny that you needed it. “i’m here to fight, you’re here to get the file.”

“mingi,” your voice went soft suddenly, but mingi didn’t cave. “i don’t feel safe, i need a gun.”

“no.” the ding of the elevator followed his statement, and he walked out, down the hall.

you cursed under your breath, jogging after him.

you both walked down the hall, knowing the office at the end of the hallway is where the file would be.

mingi slowed in front of the door, there was another lock, but more secure than the one on the fence.

“the only way in is to shoot it,” you piped in, watching as the gears turned in mingi’s head.

“they’ll hear us.” he looked down at you.

“i’ll be fast.” you assured him.

mingi took a deep breath, aiming his gun, but not looking away from you yet.

you nodded, holding eye contact.

with a bang, the lock was blown off, and alarms sounded loudly through the warehouse.

you wasted no time, running in, already hearing footsteps running to the office.

looking everywhere, you broke open drawers and checked in cupboards around the office, but it was nowhere.

‘q334t9. q334t9. q334t9.” you kept repeating the name of the file in your head.

“hurry!” mingi grunted from outside, men began running down the hall at mingi, and the fighting began.

you frantically looked outside.

“shit.”

mingi was managing to hold off the men, and you took out your phone and informed hongjoong to bring the chopper.

then it hit you.

the desktop.

the file was electronic.

tears of worry welled up in your eyes.

mingi’s grunts and the gunshots distracted you, your head whipping from the desktop to the door, panic surging through your veins.

“hurry!” mingi shouted. this would be impossible without more time, you would need time to hack into the system, which would take god knows how long.

you cursed under your breath, abandoning the desktop and running to the door.

“duck!” you yelled, and mingi complied. your leg came in contact with the guard he was battling, making him fall back.

“you can’t fight- go find the file!” mingi ordered, jumping back into action.

neither of you stilled, taking down as many guards away as you could.

“it’s digital!” you grunted the last word, taking a hit and stumbling back.

mingi caught you, and without a beat, literally threw you into the oncoming guards, knocking them down.

“ow.” you grumbled, getting back up. you fought off from where you were, but there were too many guards, it’d be hard to get them all down.

“mingi!” you yelled over your shoulder, “we have to lock ourselves into the room! there’s no other way!” you didn’t need to hear a confirmation from mingi, you knew he heard you when his gun fired.

you ducked quickly.

if mingi used his gun, the guards would definitely begin to shoot as well.

and they did.

a loud array of bullets firing off made you jump, hurriedly ducking down.

mingi could protect himself, he had a gun.

you did not.

trying your best to shield yourself, you ran to the office door, but, obviously, there was no avoiding the downfall of bullets.

the metal pierced your lower abdomen, exactly where your vest didn’t cover.

you let out a gasp, hand coming down immediately to clutch the wound.

looking down, blood was already seeping heavily through your hand.

mingi didn’t notice.

you took a heavy breath, grabbing a gun from mingi’s holster- again, and fired openly, hitting down the remaining group of guards easily.

both your breaths filled the silence.

you looked at mingi.

“you really like to take your time with things, don’t you?” you rolled your eyes, stumbling into the room, yanking mingi in with you.

“push the shelves in front of the door.” you ordered. your ears were ringing, hand soaked with blood, but mingi still didn’t see. instead, he did as he was told. putting down his bag, he let you take out whatever you needed, while he barricaded the door.

your blood coated the tech as you pulled it out, plugging it into the laptop.

it took less than two seconds for the desktop to unlock, and you began your search.

your mind was slowing down, hands dragging slightly, but you kept your eyes open.

“q334t9. q334t9. q334t9. q334t9.” you didn’t stop repeating the word.

more footsteps approached the door.

“shit.” mingi swore, looking at you, “are you almost done?”

“almost.” your voice was choked.

then mingi noticed the trail of blood on the floor, leading to you, and his eyes landed on your hand pressing against your abdomen.

“y/n, you’re bleeding.” he ran to your side, ignoring the banging against the door.

“great job, mingi. want a sticker?” your snide remark didn’t wave his state, worry filling him to the brim.

“leave it- we have to go. you’re going to die.” mingi tried to pull you off.

you two could hear the chopper flying over the roof, as well as the shelf shifting against the door.

“let me do this.” you were stern, eyes lighting up when you finally found the file.

“got it.” you plugged in your usb, downloading the data didn’t take very long, and you had the file in your usb ready.

mingi didn’t waste time in shooting the desktop, looking at you for a second, before you were crumbling to the floor.

“fuck.” mingi caught you by your arms, noticing how your eyes were barely open.

“oh.. oh no..” you groaned, mingi inhaled in panic. “mingi it- it really hurts.” your words were dragged and mumbled.

“i know- i know, okay? let’s go. just look- keep looking at me.” mingi ordered, grabbing his bag, and taking out a small explosive. he hauled you up, carrying your dead weight bridal style.

the shelf had shifted significantly, the arms of the men were beginning to push through.

mingi jogged over to the window, looking 19 stories down and taking a deep breath.

“mingi..” you slurred touching his cheek, mingi looked down at you.

“hey, hey ’m here.” he assured you, holding the hand on his cheek. “‘m here.” he muttered one more time, walking backwards.

the shelf broke down, men running in. mingi pulled the safety off the bomb with his teeth, throwing it behind him and running at the window.

your drowsy eyes widened, your grip on mingi tightening, as did his on you.

mingi’s arms shielded you as he broke through the glass, and as soon as you two were out of the window, the bomb went off, the shock pushing you two further from the building, and definitely eliminating everyone inside.

as best as he could, mingi shot a line gun, aiming perfectly onto the helicopter. hooking onto the bottom leg, he reeled you two in with the press of a button.

it didn’t take long, the two of you were in the chopper fast.

“go- go! she got shot, you have to go!” mingi yelled at the pilot, who complied quickly, flying as fast as the chopper could go.

“y/n, y/n? you there?” his hands cupped your face, and you weakly held onto his right wrist.

“‘m here- i-” you coughed, interrupting your own speech.

“good- good, you’re good. okay? you’ll be okay.” mingi didn't let go of you, looking back at the pilot.

“i don't feel right, mingi, i w- ‘m gonna take a nap.” you whispered, your grip loosening, eyes shutting more and more.

“no just- just stay awake, y/n.” tears welled up in his eyes, grabbing your hand.

“y/n!” mingi’s voice faded in your ears, your eyes shut and your head fell back against the floor, body going limp.

time stood still.

mingi’s tears fell, he didn’t let go of you. he held on.

4 remaining minutes of the trip.

3 minutes it took to land and get you into the compound on a stretcher.

2 minutes of running down the hall to the hospital wing.

1 minute of being yanked off of you by hongjoong.

and you were gone behind the swinging doors.

and then waiting.

the hour was a blur.

there were bits of nurses fixing his cuts and cleansing his wound.

and yunho helping him change into clean clothes.

hongjoong talking to him- but he heard only white noise.

why was he so upset? he barely knew you.

he knew nothing of your past, where you came from, who you were, who you loved.

he knew nothing of your future. who you could’ve been to him. what you two could have become.

he knew nothing.

and he wanted to know- so bad.

he wanted to see that.

a future.

with you.

the ringing in his ear stopped when the central doctor came out.

“y/n’s alive.”

it was muffled at first.

“what?” mingi stood up, speaking for the first time.

“y/n will be okay.” the doctor assured him.

and finally, the ringing stopped, and mingi saw it.

the hope for a future.

with you.

~~

part 1 !

hiiii!!! i’m so sorry for not updating in such a long time !! i’ve been superrr busy with school work n my professors aren’t letting me catch a break 🥲 i’m hoping that the third part of something there will come out before the end of this or next week!!

thank u for your ask my love <3

ateez as random texts masterlist : here ! (parts 1-6)

cw: swearing, mingi’s talks about nutting (😭), mentions of boobs, i think that’s all

a/n: tysm for the love on these!! there are many more to come 💞💞 also check out part two of my written fic ‘something there’ here !

helloooo & thank you sm!! i’m working on a new part rn it’ll be out tonight 💞💞

pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified)

part one : here !

part three : here !

theme: angst, kinda crack for like 2 seconds, fluffy ish

word count: 3.8K

cw: huge mentions of blood!! description of a bullet wound & cleaning/healing of it, major character is shot, injury, swearing, slow burn that hurts

lowercase intended!

a/n: part two to something there! i left it on a cliffhanger so there will be a part 3!! also i know nothing about cleaning bullet wounds and stuff so please don’t attack me for this 😭😭 feel free to leave feedback, requests and comments! enjoy!

~~

warmth encompassed you when you opened your eyes. everything felt muted and soft, nothing like the usual piercing cold that you would wake up to. you shifted slightly to sit up, but soon realised mingi’s face was resting behind you, slow and even breaths landing against your neck. goosebumps raised along your skin in response.

you just barely managed to shift to face the said man, staring at his close face. his lush lips parted just barely, brown eyes hidden by his eyelids, soft blush dusting along his cheeks- he was beautiful. he looked rested and soft, gentle without the knot between his brows to take away his calmness. 

you stayed like this for some time, just watching him, your hands hesitantly resting on his chest, feeling every inhale and exhale that filled him. you matched your breaths to his, the slow rhythm was easy to follow, you felt warm like this. mingi felt like warmth.

you didn’t realise you had drifted back to sleep again even after you were already in your dreams.

then, mingi woke up.

he opened his eyes to the sight of you, and his heart tightened in the best way. he stared at you the same way you had stared at him, with nothing but awe at how perfect you looked even when you were sleeping. 

he was able to see every perfect detail on your face, he was so close. you were so close. he felt lucky- possessive even- to be able to see you in such a vulnerable state. that he got to see you first thing in the morning, and no one else.

he couldn’t help it when his hand came up to brush away a piece of hair that had fallen across your forehead, the movement making you shift and hum, wiggling closer to mingi and continuing your slow breath pattern. 

mingi blushed, a tight lump forming in his chest.

he could still see your face clearly from how close you were. 

he spotted the flutter of your eyelashes and the twitch of the corner of your lips, but you were still asleep. he basked in the gentle heat you radiated, not daring to look away.

but then came a harsh knock.

“room service!” the voice was screeching, making your eyes shoot open, and mingi jump in his skin.

“god,” you muttered under your breath, rubbing your eyes. you let your hands fall and look at mingi, who was also calming himself down.

your eyes met after a minute, both of you registering the lack of proximity.

a beat passed. then another. you two didn’t look away, both continuing staring at each other, taking in each speck of colour in each other's eyes, as if memorising the tiny details.

mingi dared to let his eyes flicker downwards to your lips.

one breath in, one breath out.

your heart skipped a beat, your eyes also jumping from his lips and back to his eyes.

one breath in, one breath out.

mingi took a bold lean in towards you, stopping halfway to look into your eyes again.

one breath in, one breath out.

you looked back into his eyes, your head just barely nodding.

breath in, breath out. 

mingi’s eyes fluttered shut, as did yours, there was less than a centimetre between you two, his smell was overwhelming your senses, your noses were touching, his head raising to tilt sideways to slot right against you, your lips barely brushed against each other, you felt so close but so far.

“if you don’t come get your clothes i’m taking them back!” the voice was like nails on a chalkboard. you jolted to sit upright in surprise, and mingi sprung out of the bed at an alarming rate.

he stumbled over to the door, pulling the door open without checking, silently taking the uniforms from the woman, shutting the door in her face and locking it. 

your hand came up to touch your lips slightly, mingi’s went up and rubbed his eyebrows.

a minute passed, at least.

silence echoed through the hotel room.

mingi stood by the door, you sat in the bed.

the silence was unbearable, embarrassment burning in both your chests.

he finally walked over, placing your uniform down on the armchair, then walking off into the washroom.

the lock clicked.

your shoulders fell as you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in.

‘what the hell are you doing?’ you scolded yourself in your head, a slight groan falling from your lips. you heard the shower begin to run, and you dragged yourself out of bed to pull your uniform on, tucking your sleeping clothes away into mingi’s bag.

mingi let the water run over his face. he didn’t even need to shower. he just needed to cleanse himself of the embarrassment.

‘why would you do that? would she have really kissed me? what would’ve happened after?’ a thousand thoughts ran through his head, still swarming around even when he stepped out of the shower, drying himself off and pulling on his uniform.

he paused for a moment too long in front of the bathroom door, not ready to face the tension between you and him. but he couldn’t hide forever.

the bathroom door finally swung open, but you refused to look up at him, keeping your eyes glued to your phone, and the text message that hongjoong had sent to the group chat.

6:02 AM

hongjoong: i’ll send the address of the building you two r going to tdy

hongjoong: just go in and bring me the file labelled q334t9, they should be in the boss’ computer

hongjoong: i want a clean job. leave no traces or hints that you two were there. wait on the roof and seonghwa will come pick u up

hongjoong: [attachment : 1 google maps location]

y/n: can i have a gun

hongjoong: no

mingi: we’ll see you soon

you glanced up at mingi, who was looking down at his phone, swinging the bag across his back at the same time.

as silently as you could, you slunk past him into the bathroom, locking the door and splashing your face with cold water. you gently slapped your cheeks.

“wake up y/n. don’t do things like this,” you whispered to your reflection, staring into your own eyes before sighing and hanging your head down.

mingi’s phone went off when you were in the bathroom.

he opened the message, his eyes skimming the text.

6:07 AM

hongjoong: don’t let her do stupid shit

mingi: i’ll try my best

hongjoong: seriously mingi. she doesn’t have a gun for a reason. she can’t be trusted

mingi: ok. i’ll make sure she doesn’t pull anything

hongjoong: don’t disappoint me

mingi shut his phone off, sighing. 

he was the one pulling bullshit- trying to kiss you. what was he thinking? 

but then again, you leaned into him too, didn’t you? so it wasn’t entirely his fault.

“we’re adults. even if we kissed it wouldn’t lead to anything, right? it’s not like we’d kiss more often, or leave the assassin job field and settle down and find normal jobs, and there’s no way we would have a little family and-”

mingi got knocked out of his thoughts when you left the bathroom, clearing your throat.

“don’t do that shit.” he told himself in his head, rubbing his eyes a bit.

“we should go now,” mingi’s voice followed your cough, “we have places to be.”

you nodded walking over to the door, mingi following you out with his bags. you kept your shoes on this time, which mingi noticed. he noticed how you had pulled your hair back today, instead of wearing it down. he noticed how you looked more awake today than yesterday, and how your hand instinctively went down to touch the empty thigh holster on your right leg. 

he hated himself for that. for focusing on the minute details that didn’t matter. that meant he cared- and he definitely didn’t care.

definitely.

the two of you went down to the lobby, deafening silence following you even out of the elevator, where mingi returned the room keys.

stepping out into the early morning streets of the city, you glanced around at how empty it was, sighing in slight annoyance.

“how’re we supposed to get a taxi?” you thought out loud, muttering.

mingi glanced at you.

“we aren’t getting a taxi. we’re taking a car.” his voice was curt. you furrowed your brows a bit, looking around for the said car, the only one in sight was a black bmw m4. 

you looked back at mingi, but to your surprise he wasn’t there.

“wha-?” you looked around, wondering where he could’ve disappeared to in such a short amount of time.

 a minute or two passed before he was walking out of the lobby a second time, adjusting his vest.

you tilted your head a bit in confusion.

“where did you g-?” your question was cut off when mingi held up the car keys as if explaining.

“got the keys,” he clarified, striding over to the car. 

you exhaled slowly. nothing like stealing a car at 6:00 in the morning, right? 

the two of you made your way to the car, both of you going to the drivers side.

mingi looked at you. 

you looked at mingi.

tension dissipated for a moment.

“i’ll drive,” you spoke, holding your hands out, waiting for him to place the keys in your hands.

“no. i got the keys from the receptionist, i’m driving,” he countered, closing his fist around the keys. “hongjoong doesn’t trust you with a gun, so why the hell would he let you drive.”

“just let me, mingi. you don’t want to make this into a bigger issue than it is.” you popped your hip a bit, crossing one of your arms and shaking the hand that was extended. “hurry up.”

“no.” mingi moved to open the door, but you slid in front of the handle, blocking it from him.

“y/n, move.” he glared down at you.

“no. give me the keys.” you stood your ground.

mingi sighed again, a slight groan emitting from his lips.

“fucking move, y/n. i don’t want to make this a big deal.” mingi looked around, the receptionist would’ve probably already called the cops by now.

“make me.” you challenge, not breaking eye contact. 

mingi raised his eyebrows a bit, looking down at you. a sliver of worry passed through you, he wouldn’t actually force you to move, right?

wrong.

a yelp escaped you when he hoisted you up, throwing you over his built shoulder, the wind slightly knocking out of you. his hand splayed against your waist and thigh, which you were painfully aware of.

how was he so strong?

“mingi!” you yelled, kicking your legs, “what the hell- put me down!”

“make me.” he mimicked your words. you groaned in frustration, helplessly wriggling and punching his insanely muscular back.

you were thrown into the backseat of the car- not even the passenger seat, mind you- the seatbelt was already across you, locked in.

“you jerk.” your hand came down hard against mingi’s shoulder while he pulled out of the car, and you were wincing from the contact. he was as hard as a rock.

police sirens began to sound, far too loud, just as mingi ducked into the driver's seat.

“shit,” he cursed under his breath while starting the car, “look what the fuck you’ve done.”

“me?? you’re the one who stole a car!” you yelled. you should be the one driving, not him. mingi shifted the gears, driving forward fast, making your back press against the backseat.

the police cars caught up fast, obviously, and mingi groaned silently. 

a car chase in the morning is just what he needed.

mingi swerved the car, turning down random roads, trying to catch the police off guard, but they knew the town better than either of you.

on top of the stress, you kept screaming at him from the back seat.

“turn right!”

“bank left here- go!”

“they’re getting closer!”

“speed up, mingi! you’re only going 120!”

“they’re literally right behind us!”

all your yells and orders only made mingi more mad.

“shut up and sit down!” he interrupted your yells, pressing a bit harder on the gas.

“i am sitting! you’re going too fucking slow!” mingi’s attempt flew out of the window, because you did not cease, mingi tried to tune out your voice. 

but both of you were launched even further into panic when the police cars pulled up to the drivers side of the car. the window was open- why was it open?

your eyes widened, as did mingi’s, as a gun was pointed at the open window of your car, and time slowed for a moment.

the gun fired, the bullet flying towards the window, hitting the brim of the window before flying inside the car

mingi felt the bullet, the impact was lessened from hitting the side of the window, but it hit him.

he let out a grunt of pain, his hand coming up to grasp his arm.

“son of a bitch.” he hissed, looking at the policeman, who was still pointing the gun.

mingi’s senses were lowered from the pain, and when he caught sight of the gun being reloaded, he wasn’t able to swerve the car.

you, however, didn’t waste a split second in unbuckling your belt and climbing into the front seat, easily manoeuvring yourself into mingi’s lap and swerving the car out of the way, the bullet hitting the side door.

“what the fuck-” mingi spoke at you, looking in the rearview mirror beyond your head, seeing the police car was behind you instead of beside.

“this is why i should’ve driven.” you gritted out, sliding lower down his lap to reach the gas pedal, pressing your foot down hard, the engine roaring in response. 

mingi shut his eyes in pain when you turned the car around a sharp corner, and his wound hit against the car door.

with the speed you were going at, the policemen had to take a second to catch up again, but by the time they were up, you had gotten your hands on mingi’s gun.

“keep driving at this speed!” you told mingi, who could only register your voice at this moment. he followed as you told, pressing his foot on the pedal and bringing his free hand to the steering wheel.

you stuck your head out of the window, squinting your eyes to focus on the car. you loaded the gun, aiming at the wheels of the police car.

with two shots, you shot out the front two wheels easily, and the police car slowed, you and mingi speeding away. 

just like that.

it was that easy.

you let out a breath, ducking back into the car, kicking mingi’s foot off the gas and removing his hands from the wheels and stabilising the car.

the only noise that followed was your fast breaths, and the whistle of wind through the open window.

you pulled the little button to close the window, keeping your eyes on the road.

the two of you drove like that for maybe 3 more minutes, before you had successfully left the city and began driving along the countryside. you pulled over to the side of the road, inhaling and stopping the car.

mingi’s breath was slightly battered.

you opened the car door, getting out and opening the back door to take the first aid kit out of mingi’s bag.

“sit on the hood of the car, mingi.” you told mingi, who silently complied, blood slowly seeping through the hand against his wound. he stumbled out of the car, walking around and sitting against it. you, meanwhile, brought and opened the first aid kit while mingi removed his hand from the wound.

you winced while cutting his sleeve open to access the wound better. the bullet wound wasn't deep, which you could tell. you could see the glint of the butt of the bullet through the blood, earning a grimace from you.

“okay,” you spoke in an exhale, “bite into this.” you handed mingi a pair of wrapped gloves.

“no i’m- i’m fine. just pull it out.” mingi did his best to act tough, and you sighed. you placed the gloves in his lap in case he changed his mind- you didn’t have time to argue with him.

opening the little bottle of alcohol, you took a breath.

“it’s going to hurt, but you can do it, okay?” you reassured the man, who nodded, shutting his eyes.

gentle but firmly, you held his arm down to try to prevent him from flinching, all while standing between his legs. you knew you couldn’t hold him down, but you could do your best. then- slowly- you began to pour the alcohol on the wound, dabbing softly with a clean small towel to help in cleaning the blood.

mingi shut his eyes tighter, his free hand came up to grab your arm, squeezing, but not unbearably.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, and mingi nodded, his eyes still shut, bottom lip held tight between his teeth, almost drawing blood.

you acted quick when the wound was easier for you to access, grabbing the medical tweezers and gripping the butt of the bullet. you could tell mingi wanted to move, but his self control was strong.

it wasn’t difficult to remove the bullet since it didn’t go deep, it was still at the surface. you pulled it out of him, throwing it onto the ground and soaking the previous towel with more alcohol, then pressing it against the slight flow of blood.

mingi’s eyes filled with tears from the pain.

“it’s almost over, i’m so sorry,” you continued to whisper to him, your hand instinctively going up to caress his hair and whip his stray tears while applying pressure to the wound.

you finally removed the towel when the blood flow slowed. letting your hand fall from his hair to his chest, waiting for him to open his eyes.

when he did, his brown eyes met yours, a breath falling from his lips.

“i just need to stitch you up, you’ll be good after that.” your voice was quiet, and he just nodded again. no words came from either of you after.

you were silent when you stitched his wound closed, which mingi tolerated much better. he watched your face while you did so, still in a pained haze. 

you wrapped his arm in gauze, making sure it was secure against his arm. you didn’t take so long with this, pulling away after around 10 minutes to put everything away.

“here,” you handed him his extra shirt from his bag, “change into this under your vest, okay?” mingi nodded again.

you nodded as well, beginning your walk to the back of the car to put the kit away.

“y/n,” his gravelled voice stopped you in your tracks, making you turn around.

“can you help?” he lifted the shirt with his good arm slightly, to which your cheeks burned, but you nodded.

in complete silence, you unzipped his bullet vest and gear, sliding it off his arm as gently as you could. you fished the scissors from the first aid kit again, cutting down the middle and the back of his shirt to pull it off without him having to lift his arms.

mingi was quiet, moving as you made him, letting you help him. you watched his face, where he held eye contact with you. 

with an incredible softness, you pulled the neck of his shirt over his head, and gently manoeuvred his arm through each hole. mingi didn’t feel pain. 

he was numb from seeing you. 

all he could see was you.

all he could feel was you.

when his shirt was finally on, you pulled his vest back on as well, and stepped away from him, but your hand lingered, holding his fingers.

“are you- are you okay?” you asked in a small voice, eyes filled with worry and your voice dripping with concern. mingi kept his eyes trained to your fingers holding his.

“i’m okay.” his voice was stable, and he basked in the affection he felt from you. “are you?”

“i’m okay.” you echoed his words, nodding as well, watching his face.

mingi slotted his fingers between yours, still not looking at your face.

“mingi,” you whispered, daring to step closer to him. your hand raised to his jaw line, cupping it and lightly forcing his gaze up to you.

“are you really?” you prodded further, and he could swear his heart skipped a beat.

he couldn’t form words, just nodding, the feeling of one of your hands in his and the other across his cheek took all the pain away.

another beat passed, neither of you looked away for some time, just thankful that you were both alive and okay. mingi’s thumb caressed over the back of your hand.

“i’m okay,” he whispered, even though you hadn’t asked that time.

“me too.” your voice was also hushed.

‘kiss her,’ mingi’s mind was screaming at him, and he listened.

sitting up straighter, he wrapped his left hand around the wrist of your hand on his jaw.

you let your lips part, feeling him pull you closer from your intertwined hands.

the proximity was non-existent again. both of you lingered a second longer, wondering if fate would stop you again.

but it didn’t. and mingi had hope.

“y/n, can i-” his speech was cut short from a car zooming by, the roar of the engine startling you both.

you jumped, blinking rapidly and letting your hand fall from his cheek. his hand remained around your wrist, not letting go of you in either hand.

he didn’t want to pull away.

“mingi,” you breathed out, and he blinked as well this time.

you prayed he wouldn’t stop, that he would pull you in and just kiss you.

but, of course, he didn’t.

“yeah- we should get going, we have a mission to carry out.” mingi stood up off the hood of the car, letting go of you.

you stepped back, nodding slightly, but then realising what he said.

“i don’t think you’re fit to carry that out, mingi, we should just tell hongjoong-”

“no.” mingi’s quick answer caught you off guard. “we don’t have to tell hongjoong. come on, you can drive.”

mingi got into the passenger's seat first, fastening his belt. you took a moment to breathe, before ducking into the driver's seat and starting the car.

you assumed the tension would go away again, just like earlier today.

“here we go then.” you exhaled, pressing on the gas and taking off while mingi put the address in the gps system.

despite your worry for mingi, you knew it was supposed to be a mission without combat, and you prayed it would be done without a fight.

but then again, it always ended in a fight.

always.

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cw: you can choose whatever gender you identify as in seonghwas part, mingi’s mentions throwing up, swearing and mentions of a gun in jongho’s

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pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified)

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theme: fluff, kinda angst if you squint, only one bed au

cw: mentions of blood, injury, i don’t think there’s swearing

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clad in heavy clothes- from the bulletproof vest hanging off his chest to the giant combat boots that he wore on his feet- mingi was sure to stick out compared to the clean and sleek nature of the hotel. you yourself weren’t any better, though your face was more gentle-looking than mingi’s, you were wearing a similar uniform, missing a matching gun that should be slung across your back. only mingi had one, your back and thigh holsters were empty. but the most daunting part must've been the blood and grime that littered across your faces, the small cuts dancing across your skin.

the process of getting a room was difficult, the receptionists’ hands were shaking, and he kept stuttering every other word in his sentence.

mingi heaved a sigh.

“just give us any room you have,” he grumbled, warily glancing around at the stares people were giving you two.

looking up and opening your mouth to protest, the words died on your tongue when you found that mingi was already looking at you. he didn’t have to say anything to shut you up. with a soft sigh, you looked away, taking the room key that the receptionist held out, not missing the violent tremble in his hand. you smiled gently in attempts to calm the poor boy, but you doubt he felt more at ease.

the heavy thump of both your combat boots echoed through the corridor as you strode towards the elevators, you couldn’t help but wince at the sound.

mingi didn’t seem to care, continuing his march. once reaching the elevator, he glanced back at you, only to find that you were jogging to catch up with him sporting only your socks. his brows furrowed together, eyeing the boots in your hands.

“what’re you doing? put your shoes on.” his voice was more demanding than it was with the receptionist, but it didn’t phase you.

“they’re uncomfortable, and everyone’s staring at us. the last thing we need right now is for someone to report us. we look like assassins.” glancing up at him for a moment, you noticed how his finger worked at the furrow between his brows.

“y/n, we are assassins.” he countered in a low voice. you sighed.

“exactly. we can’t go around making it more obvious.”

mingi fell quiet after your response, the only noise following was the repetitive thump of his boots as he walked into the elevator. you, on the other hand, slipped in without a noise.

checking the card number, you pressed the 11th floor, watching the doors close and tensing just a bit as silence engulfed the elevator.

the corny elevator music played, almost tauntingly, as you and mingi stood as stiff as boards, mingi occasionally adjusting the bag slung over his back.

you took interest in looking down at your socks. simple white socks, peeping out from the ends of your cargo pants that now just touched the ground.

mingi noticed it too, and he’d never admit the smile that tried to cross his lips.

‘cute,’ he thought.

it was an uncomfortably long ride, but the doors finally opened to the 11th floor. mingi didn’t overpass how you almost ran out of the elevator, as if the silence was suffocating. in your defence, he thought it was too.

rhythmic stomps of mingi’s continued, as did the silence, but it was better that you were walking.

reaching room 1147, you slid the key into the door and unlocked the door, pushing it open and walking into the small room. mingi walked in after you, and from where you two stood, you could only see one bed.

you silently cursed in your head.

putting your shoes down, you walked further into the tiny room and found nothing more than a singular double bed and an armchair pushed in the corner of the room. of course, there was also a desk and tv, as well as an electric kettle and complimentary tea, but those were the least of your concerns.

“huh,” came mingi’s voice, “only one bed.”

“yeah,” your response was slow.

“i can sleep on the floor, if you want,” he was doing his best to offer you comfort, clearly hearing your hesitance.

he earned a scoff in response.

“don’t be stupid, mingi,” you answered, “we’re adults. we can share a bed without being immature about it.” despite your tone, you were beyond nervous about sharing a bed.

“okay, i’ll shower first.” mingi didn’t seem to be phased at all, and he wasn’t. sure, he found you attractive, but it was just sleeping. no big deal, right?

after a nod from you, mingi disappeared into the washroom. you tried to calm yourself in the meantime, updating hongjoong on your status (leaving out the bed-sharing part), making yourself tea, removing your vest and holsters, but your nerves didn’t dissipate.

mingi left the bathroom after not long, his bright orange hair was wet but slicked back, and he was wearing black joggers and a white tee that he had probably brought in his bag. his cuts were seemingly cleaned and his face was free from any dirt or blood. it would be a lie if you said your eyes didn’t linger on the press of his abdomen against the white fabric, or how you didn’t gaze at the muscle tone along his arm, your eyes working down to where the waistband of his pants clung.

mingi didn’t fail to notice this, but he didn’t say anything, even when you had to shake yourself just a bit out of your trance.

without another word, you slipped into the bathroom, turning on the shower to let it heat. you glanced in the mirror, wincing at the state of your face and hair. mingi had been nice enough to only use two towels, which you had spotted in the laundry bin, leaving you with many more to use. you wiped off some of the dirt on your face, grimacing at the feeling of small rocks and dirt rubbing across and in the cuts. you were quick to strip yourself of your remaining clothes, slipping under the hot stream of water and continuing the cleaning process. the water was harsh against the smaller cuts, but you cleaned yourself thoroughly despite the pain.

in the middle of rinsing the conditioner from your hair, a knock sounded through the washroom.

“..yeah?” you tried to speak loudly over the rush of the shower, hoping he had heard you.

“i have a change of clothes for you.” came his response, quiet but you heard it.

“oh, uh,” you paused for a moment, “can you wait for a second?” you heard his affirmative grunt. speeding up and rinsing the last of the conditioner from your hair, you turned off the water and wrapped yourself in a towel. walking over to the door, you peeped it open a bit, going to stick your head out, but instead your forehead collided with something.

something being mingi’s back.

“oh,” he said, looking down at your head, “here.”

your ears became red, looking up for a split second, before grabbing the clothes and shutting the door quickly. you didn’t catch it, but mingi let his lips quirk up just a bit before sitting back down in the comically small armchair.

you took your sweet time in drying yourself off and brushing your teeth, slipping on the long sleeve black shirt and shorts that had been provided to you. taking a slight breath, you stepped out of the bathroom with your dirtied uniform in one hand.

you offered a tight lip smile to mingi, who wasn’t even looking at you.

“i ordered room service for our uniforms, just leave them in the laundry bin and they’ll be back by morning,’ mingi spoke up, motioning to the laundry bin. you nodded, slipping your clothes into the bin.

“you have training in first aid, right?” mingi broke the silence again, and you turned to face him.

“yeah, i do,” you nodded, sitting on the bed.

mingi held up a first aid kit.

“we should treat our cuts before they get infected.”

you nodded again, walking over to him and taking the kit from his hands. eyeing the armchair, you chuckled at how small he made it look when he sat in it.

“you should sit on the bed,” you spoke through your chuckle, “i think you’re too big for the armchair.”

mingi nodded, his face void of emotion as he sat on the bed instead.

you opened up the kit, taking out what you needed to treat the tiny injuries, and setting them out.

mingi’s eyes followed your hands, glancing up at you every now and then, but looking away before you would be able to notice.

“tell me what you’re doing while you do it, i’ll do yours when you’re done.” he said, to which you nodded in response, again hiding your anxiety.

“i’ll disinfect the cuts with alcohol first,” you began to explain, soaking a cotton bud with rubbing alcohol, “it’s gonna sting so just- be ready, or something.”

you awkwardly slot yourself between his legs, trying to control the heat working up your neck, and focused on the cuts along his face.

your lips were moving, forming words, but mingi didn’t hear anything. he watched the way your eyebrows creased in focus as you cleaned around his eyebrow, the bridge of his nose and on his cheek. he couldn’t even feel the sting, all he could feel was the minty cool of your breath fanning against his face, how he could feel the heat of your body radiating onto him, and the touch of your hand against the skin of his face.

he had found you pretty from the day he saw you- from the day you had ended up tangled up with his team. but he never let his guard down, he couldn’t. he didn’t even know why.

but the bat of your eyelash and the gaze in your eyes was enchanting. the slope of your nose and the curve of your lip was made so perfectly, he couldn’t look away

he felt you pull away, blinking a bit and watching you prepare bandaids to place on his face.

he wasn’t fully concious even when you stuck them on, listening to your voice but not your words, staring at the movement of your lips.

“mingi?” god, how he loved the way his name sounded on your tongue.

“mingi, are you there?” he was there, he’d always be right there for you.

“hello? mingi!” the sudden volume of your voice startled him, waking him up from whatever trance he was in.

“huh?” he said, blinking and straightening his back.

“you’re done,” you let out a small laugh, “are you okay?”

“yeah- yes. i’m fine. do you want me to do yours?” he quickly changed the topic, standing up.

you shook your head and waved him off.

“i’ll do my own, don’t worry.” mingi wouldn’t lie and say that didn’t disappoint him. but he nodded either way, letting you step away and disappear with the first aid kit into the bathroom.

mingi stood there for a minute longer, running his hands over the bandaid above his eyebrow, before rubbing his eyes.

‘what the hell is up with you, mingi?’ he spoke to himself in his head, falling back onto the bed, keeping his hands over his face.

it wasn’t long before you came out of the bathroom, and almost instantly, there was a knock on the door, making both you and mingi tense.

“room service!” the woman's voice on the other side of the door had your shoulders relaxing, but mingi stayed tense.

you approached the door, hand going to unlock the lock and pull it open, but a large hand encompassing your wrist stopped you.

“get behind me.” mingi’s voice was low and quiet, the speed that he had come up behind you was alarming.

“mingi, it’s just room service-”

“i said get behind me.” his tone caught you off guard, and you complied, letting go of the handle and standing behind him.

his hand didn’t leave your wrist, even when he carefully opened the door. you noticed, staring down at his firm grip against your skin.

“hello, darling! i’m here to pick up your laundry!” the older woman beamed a smile, but you could sense the shock in her voice, probably from the way mingi was staring her down.

“oh, yeah, thanks,” the kindness in mingi’s voice surprised you, watching as he turned to grab the laundry bin with one hand, still holding onto you, and handed it off to the woman.

“hoo! quite the load you’ve got here!” she giggled, “i’ll have it here by 6am tomorrow, as per your request,” she assured with a smile, and you missed the gentle smile mingi gave in response.

“thanks so much, have a lovely night ma’am.” mingi respectfully bid farewell to the woman.

“you too! i’m sure you lovers will enjoy the size-y bed!” she wiggled her thin brows and chuckled again.

your eyebrows shot up in surprise, words of objection already on your tongue, but mingi beat you to it.

“we sure will,” he laughed, “goodnight!” and with a final smile, he shut the door.

he turned to look at you, both your eyes simultaneously going down to look at his hand around your wrist. a beat of silence passed before he finally let go. without another word, he walked by you, turning off the main room light in the process, leaving only the lamps on for ambiance.

you stood in place for a second, your own hand going up to touch where his wrist was, but you quickly frowned and shook off the feeling, walking over to the bed, and sliding into bed right after mingi had.

“goodnight,” you offered in a raspy voice.

“goodnight.” he answered, speaking through a yawn.

you reached over to turn off the lamp, and the room submerged into darkness.

mingi was fast to fall asleep, you could tell by how even and slow his breaths had become. you, on the other hand, were restless. you kept changing positions, suddenly hyper aware of his every breath and movement.

you assumed for around 30 minutes, you continued to move, tossing and turning, not able to find a comfortable position, meanwhile mingi was dead asleep, soft snores falling from his mouth that slightly parted open.

your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, you were able to see faintly, but nothing clear. you dared to turn towards mingi, your eyes tracing over his sleeping face. he looked much more at peace, his brows were relaxed instead of how they were usually set, and his lips weren’t in a permanent frown. he was pretty.

not pretty enough to keep you still, though. you continued for another 10 minutes- moving and moving, your heart beating too fast in your chest and your skin flushing every now and then.

all your movement came to a crashing halt as mingi released a soft groan, shifting for the first time in the whole night, and turning towards you. you could feel his breath on the back of your neck, and just as you were processing that, his heavy arm came down and slung across your waist. you froze completely, feeling the way his arm circled around you and pulled you closer into his body. your breathing hitched a bit, and you remained completely stiff for longer than you would like to admit.

“y/n,” mingi’s breath tickled your ear, his voice was deep and rich with sleep, “relax.”

the word was spoken in a whisper, a shiver trailing up your spine, goosebumps littering your skin.

you inhaled deeply, shutting your eyes and breathing out, and almost immediately you began to settle comfortably.

all of the sudden, the mattress was softer, the comforter more warm, and the pillow fluffier. your eyelids grew heavier by the second, your heart rate slowing, and finally, you fell asleep. mingi didn’t let go for the whole night.

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seonghwa !

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hongjoong !

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yunho !

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yeosang !

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san !

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mingi !

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wooyoung !

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jongho !